I am in the weirdest state!
Maybe I’m not the only one to do something like this. Maybe it just feels that way…
For the last two days I’ve lost my keys. I’d come home, do my usual thing, then need to go out somewhere.
I’d look for the keys in all the usual spots…starting with the hook I automatically hang them on when I come home.
Then I’d retrace my steps. And look in the usual spots…including where I keep my wallet and cell phone charger.
The first day I grabbed the keys to one of the other cars and when about my business.
Today I was all set to do the same, to pick up my daughter after her college class. Same problem…no keys.
Only this time, right before I was set to use the spare key, I looked where I eventually found them yesterday.
There they were…
In the ignition of my car.
Apparently they never made it out either day after I came home.
Doesn’t seem like that big a deal, does it? I mean, it’s the kind of thing everyone does from time to time, right along with leaving the house key in the front door.
Thing is…when I came home yesterday, I was the only one there, and I remember the door being locked, or at least I think I do.
And that means the keys had to have come out of the car so I could get in the house.
That had me scratching my head a bit. Never did figure that one out.
Today, before I left to get Sarah it occurred to me to look in the ignition. Yup…there they were.
It reminded me of a very strange thing that happened when I was in third grade. I used to wear undershirts under my regular shirt. Just a matter of course.
(This is one of those embarrassing moments I only share with my pals on this blog.)
One day my father had me take off my undershirt. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because it was time to do a load of laundry. I took it off…
And there was another one underneath it. Apparently I had forgotten to take one off before I put the other on.
It was one of those moments that was so bizarre, there was no other choice but to laugh. So we did.
Then I took the second one off.
Yup…there was a third.
It got to that Twilight Zone moment.
And it was one of those pivotal moments in the father and son relationship. Dad could have ruined me with yelling at my sloppiness, or bad hygiene. Hey, if I had three undershirts on, that tells you how many days it had been since Larry had a shower.
Or he could have laughed along with me.
Good pal that he was – and still is – we had a good laugh over it.
And that was the last time I had duplicate undershirts.
So, bringing it back to present day…
We all have our own forms of bad habits, or weirdness. I just laid out one of mine.
And there are a bunch of ways to break them.
My favorite one is to detach from the usual emotional response to them.
I could have been mortified when I peeled off layer after layer of undershirt. Instead I found safety and humor.
I could have beaten myself up for whatever short circuit in my brain caused me to keep leaving the keys in the car (and might do the same thing again tomorrow).
Instead, I pivoted to my anchor behavior, which made me feel instantly good, and changed the environment in which I operate.
Will I purge the bad habit? Maybe. I’m sure I have a better chance than if I let my frustration and anxiety keep building.
What about you?
Got any habits of your own you’d like to get rid of…strange or otherwise?
How has humor and “chilling out” worked?
Any suggestions of your own?
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